
Whale In the Sky
We were boating on the lake
when I chanced to glance far and high.
There, to my surprise, was a Whale
swimming slowly across the sky.
October 6, 2025
Shelley A. Wilson
pareidolia, not photo art

Whale In the Sky
We were boating on the lake
when I chanced to glance far and high.
There, to my surprise, was a Whale
swimming slowly across the sky.
October 6, 2025
Shelley A. Wilson
pareidolia, not photo art


When I moved back to Ontario from BC a few months ago, my car was so packed I had to remove two large blank canvases from their frames and roll them up to squeeze them into a small space. The other day, I decided to start a new project so I unrolled them on our patio table to play outside with my acrylic paints. Messy and fun to do. One turned out to look like a tablecloth or shower curtain and the other looked overdone like a forgotten steak on the BBQ, neither destined for the Louvre, I know. However, it was my intention to create varying sized pieces of mosaics from the start. honestly 😂 Mosaic pieces are often a ‘go to’ when recycling some paintings I have done. My only ambition is fun. As you can see, I am only in the cutting phase of paint, cut, paste and display. I’ll probably add other surprise (to me) elements as I sometimes do. I’m in no hurry so will post more photos later perhaps.
The house is still asleep and dreaming
but I awaken to greet the dawn.
I leave behind my restful sleep
to silently put the coffee on.

My cup full, I open the curtains to view
the scene so peacefully quiet and calm.

The sky appears coral on the horizon
with artfully brushed clouds of grey
moving slowly across the lake.

To the west, the stars are shining
as I watch them seem to fade away.
I am filled with awe and wonder,
thankful to be here another day,
simply grateful to be alive.
Others seek what they will, creating conflicts
but it is in good will where I thrive.
Yet, like so many people of good will,
there’s a sleeping warrior within me still.
(October 2, 2025- Shelley A. Wilson

I’m not an activist or influencer but even ordinary people like me can acknowledge this day in our own way. I think other nations could do well to adopt such a day also. I’m sharing an old poem and old pics of flowers I felt suitable to add.





I often ponder and wonder about what my camera sees…










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